Pansy stood, arms crossed, leaning against a tree watching the crowd surge past. She was scowling and turned her head sharply as she caught sight of a platinum blond head emerging from underneath the Quidditch stands.

Her narrowed eyes followed Draco's movement as he paused and turned back to the direction he came from. Seconds later he turned and disappeared into the crowd. Pansy scowled again and watched him vanish toward the castle.

She was about to follow the rest of the crowd when something else caught her attention. From the same place Draco had emerged now came a messy raven-haired boy. Pansy's eyes widened as she watched Harry look around surreptitiously. Then he too stepped into the crowd and was swept away.

The wheels in Pansy's brain were turning. She knew Draco was gay, but a part of her had always hoped it might just be a phase. They were, afterall, betrothed. Unfortunately, Draco had never shown any inclination towards her and it was very doubtful that the marriage would ever occur now.

As she observed the now thinning crowd, rage started to boil inside her. What was he doing with Potter? Pansy snarled under her breath and stalked off toward the castle.

' i I'm going to find out what's going on/i ' She thought vehemently.

Harry floated up to Gryffindor tower, his mind in the clouds. He couldn't believe how well his plan was working. And phase two had gone brilliantly! Draco was far more easier to manipulate than even Harry had thought. Harry entered through the portrait hole and was immediately hailed by Ron and Hermione, who had taken up residence in two of the most comfortable armchairs in the common room.

Harry plopped down in the third and smiled at the pair of them. Ron grinned back, but Hermione's eyebrows were furrowed. Harry took one look her and knew she was thinking something and that it could not be good.

"Where were you, Harry?" She asked finally. Harry gave her a confused look.

"What do you mean?" He asked innocently. She was obviously not impressed.

"You know what I mean. At the match!" She said.

"Oh, well I got distracted and then when I went to find you I didn't see you, so I sat further down in the stands," Harry lied easily, surprised at how easily it came. He glanced over at Ron who now also had his eyebrows knitted in thought, though Harry was sure it was for an entirely different reason than Hermione.

"We were near the top. Are you sure you didn't see us?" Hermione asked, still studying Harry carefully.

"I'm sure. I looked everywhere," Harry told her. Hermione looked at him calculatingly for a moment then decided it would be best and dropped the subject.

"Alright," She said slowly, clearly indicating that she knew he was lying. Harry smiled cheerfully at her and turned to Ron.

"Well, I'm going to take a nap, come get me when it's time for dinner," Harry said with a slight glance at Ron. He got up and retreated up the stairs to the dormitories. He entered the dorm and sat down on his bed, hoping Ron had gotten the hint, but then again, Ron was not always very good at picking up sublety.

Harry waited about five minutes before the door swung open and in walked Ron. Harry just looked at him.

"Sorry, took awhile to get away from Hermione. I'm only up here to get my 'potions homework'," Ron told Harry. Harry smirked and nodded as Ron bent over his trunk to retrieve his potions book. Ron straightened up, book in hand. "So, why did you really not sit with us?" Ron asked.

"Let's just say that things are going as planned," Harry said in a self-satisfied voice. Ron laughed slightly.

"I take it phase two worked?"

"One could say that," Harry said with a smirk.

"What's next then?" Ron asked.

"Well, next I nee--"

"Ron!" Harry was interupted by Hermione calling up the staircase. "What's taking so long?" Ron shrugged at Harry and left again, book in hand. Harry sighed and collapsed on his bed. He dragged the hangings shut and fell immediately into a light sleep.

He was shaken awake by Ron several hours later, citing that it was time for dinner. Harry dragged himself out of bed, his hair even messier than usual. It had a tussled, just-fucked look about it. He didn't bother trying to fix it and went down with Ron and Hermione to dinner.

They entered the Great Hall. A quick scan told Harry that Draco was not yet there. He didn't notice Pansy watching him through dark and dangerously narrowed eyes. Her gaze followed him all the way to the Gryffindor table.

Draco entered the Hall several minutes later. Harry was careful not to catch his eye. Draco's face held a satisfied smirk as he took his place at the Slytherin table. He looked over the Gryffindor table and noted Harry's downcast head, staring intently at his plate.

' i Good/i ' Draco thought maliciously. ' i Let that be a lesson to you Potter. No one fucks with a Malfoy's head, especially not The-Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Fucking-Die. /i ' Draco's eyes remained on Harry for awhile. They slowly took in his mussed hair and disheveled clothing. Draco's eyes raked up his body as new thoughts entered his head.

' i What the fuck has he been doing? Or maybe who...Potter should NOT be shagging anyone else! He belongs to me/i ' Draco sat up sharply as he heard these thoughts run through his head. Since when had Harry become his? He didn't want him! Draco pulled his eyes, scowling, away from the Gryffindors and back to his own table. He looked up to see Pansy staring at him intently. He scowled at her.

"What, Pansy?" He drawled in disdain. She hesitated for half a second before shaking her head and looking away. Draco raised a questioning eyebrow but let it go, for now. He finished his meal and rose from the table. He looked pointedly at Blaise, who rolled his eyes and quickly finished as well.

They excited the hall together and walked in silence down to the dungeons. Blaise finally tired of this and broke the silence.

"So, what did you do today?" Blaise asked in mock-care. Draco gave him a withering look, and Blaise shrugged.

"Hmm, let's see," Draco replied, pretending to think, "I got up, went to breakfast, went to the match..." Draco trailed off and a smirk crept onto Blaise's face.

"And what did you do at the match?" Blaise asked evilly. Draco smirked in a self-satisfied kind of way.

"Oh, you know, the usual, got back at Potter," Draco said easily. Blaise snickered quietly. They had reached the hidden doorway to the Slytherin common room. Draco gave the password (serpentine) and they entered.

They sat down on a couch by the fireplace. The common room was empty as most students were still at dinner.

"Did it work?" Blaise asked.

"It better have. Potter is seriously becoming a nuisance." Blaise nodded in aquiescence.

Draco sat back on the couch and closed his eyes. ' i It better have worked. That damn Potter, I still can't believe he manipulated me.' /i Draco opened his eyes to see that other students had now migrated back from dinner. He stood up and retreated to his room.

He lay down on the soft bed and was immediately asleep. Hours later, he woke up as he felt a weight sit down on his bed. He shot up immediately, staring through the darkness. He could just make out the form of someone sitting on the end of his bed.

The figure shifted and the moonlight fell across him and Draco realized who it was.

"Potter!" Harry looked up at him and began crawling slowly towards him on the bed. Draco stared at him through wide eyes. How had he gotten in? Harry was now practically on top him. He was sitting on his lap and Draco could feel his obvious erection pressing into his thigh.

Draco repressed a groan at the friction Harry was causing.

"What the hell d'yo--"

"Shh," Harry whispered and placed a finger against Draco's lips. Draco's eyes narrowed at this gesture. Harry removed the finger and curled them instead around the nape of Draco's neck.

He gently pulled Draco forward and kissed him gently. Draco tried to resist and pushed Harry away, but Harry wasn't about to go. He leaned in again and kissed Draco with more force than before. Draco let out a small whimper of pleasure.

Harry ran his tongue around Draco's bottom lip and nipped it with his teeth, begging entrance. Against his better judgment, Draco allowed it. Harry's tongue roughly assaulted his mouth. Draco's hand found their way up to Harry's sides and ripped off his shirt.

He ran his hands over Harry's well-muscled chest. Harry groaned as Draco's nails caught lightly on one of his nipples.

"Potter," Draco gasped when Harry broke the kiss for a second. Harry kissed him again lightly.

"Harry," he corrected him.

"Harry..." Draco whined. Harry smiled slightly and kissed Draco again with fervor. Harry lowered Draco onto his back on the bed. Draco's hands were in his hair, pulling him closer and spurring the kiss to new levels.

He felt Harry's erection pressing into his own and moaned at the feeling. They were both panting when the kiss was broken. Harry kissed his way down Draco's jawline to suck on his neck. Draco groaned as Harry licked and nipped at the sensative spot just above where the shoulder meets the neck.

"Oh, god, Harry," he gasped. Harry smirked and continued on his way down the Slytherins body. He took particular time to assault his hard nipples. Draco groaned and writhed underneath him. His hands were now in Harry's hips, grinding their erections together.

Harry gasped at Draco's movements. He moved down Draco's lithe form and came to his very restricting boxers. He let his fingers graze Draco's thighs and was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath from the blond Slytherin.

He quickly pulled down the white silk boxers. Draco's erection sprang from the confines and Harry smirked. He licked and nibbled at Draco's inner thigh, purposely ignoring the throbbing erection.

"Fuck, hurry up, Potter," Draco demanded. Harry chuckled quietly and blew across Draco's huge cock. He flicked out his tongue and gently licked the head of it. Draco groaned loudly. His hands curled around the sheets to keep himself focused. Harry moved in to take Draco in his mouth...

BANG BANG BANG

"Damn it!" Draco jerked awake and sat bolt upright. He stared down at his sheets, where obvious remnants of the dream still lay. He silently cursed and reached for his wand. In a wave, everything was clean. Draco groaned and fell out of bed.

He dressed quickly, all the while cursing Potter.

"Damn him! It didn't work! I'm still having dreams about him!" Draco jerked open the door and made his way down to the common room. He stalked past Blaise and Pansy on the couch and went out, intent on having some breakfast and ridding his head of Potter.

Pansy watched him through narrowed eyes. Blaise watched her intently, knowing what she was up to but not saying anything. She tore her eyes away from the door and caught Blaise looking at her. She immediately sneered at him and he raised an eyebrow. She scowled and turned away, crossing her arms and legs.

Draco walked up to the Great Hall. Upon entering, he noticed that the Golden Boy was not present. He hmphed to himself and sat down at the Slytherin table. He pulled a plate of eggs and kippers toward himself and began to eat.

About halfway through his plate, the Great Hall doors opened and the Golden Trio entered. He watched through narrowed eyes as Harry took his place inbetween Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table.

His eyes were drawn to his toussled hair and tight tee-shirt. He saw the way Harry's whole face lit up when he smiled and how his eyes sparkled, even at such a distance. Draco scowled at the thoughts and returned his attention to his plate. He was suddenly not hungry and, instead, pushed his plate away and rose from the table and left the hall.

Harry watched him go quietly. A smirk worked it's way onto his face. Ron noticed and leaned over, first making sure Hermione was not paying attention.

"What was that?" He asked quietly.

"That was the plan working flawlessly." Ron laughed quietly.

"You never told me the next step. What was it?" Ron asked. Harry glanced around him.

"Too many people, ask me later." Ron nodded and then moved back over to Hermione, who was absorbed in a new book and had not noticed a thing.

The rest of the day passed slowly and without much incident. Harry, Ron, and Hermione decided to forgo doing homework, on the persuasion of the beautiful weather. Hermione was not too inclined at first, but Harry and Ron managed to convince her otherwise.

Harry and Ron had a snowball fight while Hermione sat on the stairs to the entrance of the castle and read. After several hours, both Harry and Ron were freezing from the amount of snow on either of them. They trudged back into the castle and warmed themselves up with hot steaming mugs of hot chocolate.

They even managed to persuade Hermione to join them in this activity. They spent a relaxing evening talking and laughing. After dinner, they all went back to the common room and Hermione insisted they pull out homework.

"This is too hard," Ron complained halfway through the transfiguration essay. Hermione just rolled her eyes at him.

"No, it's not, Ronald. You just don't know how to concentrate properly." Ron rolled his eyes at Harry behind Hermione's back. Harry laughly lightly and Hermione gave him a questioning look. He figured it best to get out of her field of vision.

"I think I'm going to go to the library, get some more books. Don't wait up." With that, Harry picked up his school things and left the common room. He was glad to get out of there before Hermione started in on hiim.

Harry walked slowly to the library, not really interested in writing the essay. It was only 7:00, so he had plenty of time before curfew. He entered the library and quietly made his way to the back of it. He set his things down on a secluded table and went searching for books to help his research.

He returned to the table laden with many books. He dumped them on the table and sighed at the amount he was left to do. He sat down reluctantly and pulled the first book towards him. He worked in silence for half an hour.

He read the same passage in the same book three times before he lay down his head and closed his eyes. i 'This is not working,' /i he thought. He heard a rustling sound and sat up and looked around him.

Draco Malfoy emerged from behind a bookshelf. Upon seeing Harry he stopped where he stood. He glared at Harry, fury evident in his molten silver eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Potter?" He growled. Harry raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Studying. What does it look like?" Draco breathing grew harsher as he tried to control his temper, and to force away the thoughts of how sexy Harry looked.

"Well, this is my table, so get out."

" i Your /i table?" Harry asked incredulously. Draco nodded pointedly and Harry scoffed.

"The table doesn't belong to anyone, Malfoy," Harry told him scathingly.

"Yes, it does, me," Draco replied haughtily and Harry had to laugh. Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously. "So, get out, Potter." Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm not leaving. If you want to work here, you'll have to share." Draco sneered at him but sat down defiantly at the table. Harry smirked a little and Draco eyed him carefully and dangerously.

Harry reached over him for another book. Draco's eyes followed the hands movements. Harry rolled his eyes at him. He pulled the book over and flipped it open to no page inparticular. Draco watched all his movements through narrowed eyes. His gaze traveled from Harry's strong hands to his muscular arms.

Draco's eyes widened when he felt a warmth near his thigh. Harry's leg was pressed lightly against his own. i 'Oh, that feels nice. Wait, no! Potter, get the hell away from me before I fuck you senseless!' /i

"Potter, get your leg the hell away from me," Draco growled. Harry looked up confused.

"Oh, sorry," he said and moved his leg away. Draco silently mourned the loss of the warmth, then kicked himself mentally.

They continued working in silence for a while with only the scratching of the occasional quill on parchment. Draco would sneak a look at Harry every so often, cursing himself everytime he did. Harry was not paying him any attention.

Draco was finding it hard to concentrate. Harry's scent, vanilla and some kind of musk was wafting over Draco and it made him slightly light-headed.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He had to get Potter out of his head! He figured there was only one way to do it. He covertly slid a hand over to Harry's thigh. The brunette stilled immediately and looked over at Draco.

"Malfoy, what...?" Harry trailed off, watching Draco closely. Draco shook his head and began to gently rub up and down on Harry's thigh. Harry bit his lip to stop himself from moaning. There were, after all, other people in the library.

Draco's hand neared his private area and Harry let out a tiny gasp as Draco's hands dusted lightly over his growing erection. Harry decided he would not be the only one having to keep quiet. He slithered a hand over to Draco's lap and down his pants.

Draco gasped slightly when Harry's hand curled around his hard cock. He glared at Harry as Harry's thumb played lightly with the skin around his erection. Harry smiled a little at Draco. Draco growled audibly and launched himself at Harry.

Harry squeaked slightly as he fell off his chair and onto the floor. He was silenced by Draco's mouth on his, however. He whimpered slightly as his mouth was assaulted by Draco's probing tongue. Draco pulled away just long enough to admonish him.

"Quiet, Potter." Harry nodded and pulled Draco back to his lips. Harry's hands were in his hair, messing up his perfectly styled locks. Draco didn't seem to mind. He nipped Harry's lower lip and continued exploring the raven-haired boys mouth.

He finally adandoned Harry's mouth and trailed kisses and bites down his neck. Harry tried desperately not to make noise, but found it very difficult. Draco's hand was down his pants and had begun stroking him roughly. Harry couldn't take it anymore and groaned softly. Draco looked up sharply and captured Harry's mouth in a rough and demanding kiss to silence him.

His stroking increased and Harry reciprocated the action. Harry was panting slightly, finding it difficult to do so without being too loud. Draco was also having a hard time. The feeling of Harry's strong hand on his throbbing cock was almost too much.

He panted into the nape of Harry's neck, breathing in his unmistakeable scent. He kissed his neck gently, before moving up to lightly nibble on his ear lobe. He heard Harry's breath catch in his throat. He increased his rate of stroking, teasing Harry with his fingers.

Draco hissed slightly when Harry's fingernails skimmed over his erection. With one last pull, Harry came hard. Draco kissed him hard to stop any sound escaping. Harry finished off Draco as well. Draco gasped and tried desperately not to make a sound.

Draco picked himself up off the floor and looked around carefully, as to make sure no one had seen anything. He seemed to be satisfied. He turned around to face Harry, who had also gotten up and taken back his seat in his original chair.

"Tell anyone, you are dead," Draco threatened. He didn't wait for a reply and quickly left the library. Harry watched him go. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the tall form of a Slytherin girl slinking out after him. He smirked to himself.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." And smirking like a madman, Harry pulled a book towards himself and began again on his essay.

A/N: Thank you for your support after they kicked me off! Here's a new chappie! Hope you enjoy it, my computer has decided that it likes to die on me now too...so i have to save all my files before it decides to delete them all. I've been lucky so far. Hopefully it won't interrupt my updating..but if you REALLY want to know what happens, there's more of this story posted at adultfanfiction . net Under Harry/Draco fics, roxierose penname but don't worry, i will eventually get this story caught up with that one! Please review if you would !